I’m a Thought of the Month! Thank you, PBW.
Just returned home from voting. There was a pack of dogs at the old schoolhouse where the polls were, and while they acted fine when I got out of the car, by the time I returned they were ready for action. As in, the “I’m thinking of eating your leg off” kind. Made it out of there okay, but so much for my brief childhood fantasy of being a friend to every wild creature. My guess is they smelled Daisy in the car. Or Lucky on the tires.
From an interview with the poet, Dr. Pinkie Gordon Lane: No, I never had a class in creative writing. Everything I learned about my craft came through my own initiatives, through wide reading, and through constant experimentation.
Relying on others to teach you how to write can be a waste of time, unless you have the great luck of finding an excellent teacher. In college I was introduced to Professor Fritzell, a lovely and brilliant gentleman who opened my eyes to the beauty of crafting non-fiction literary essays. You had to keep a tough skin around him—he disdained anyone who came into class already believing that “I am a great writer”—and one of his favorite pieces of writing advice was, “No one gives a shit.”
Because really, no one does. Not unless you make them.
Anyway, some pictures from WFC!
My friend, John Picacio, along with Liza Groen Trombi, executive editor of Locus, and Alan Beatts, owner of Borderlands Books.
Lou Anders (who was nominated for a World Fantasy Award), and his lovely wife.
Jeremy, of Nightshade Books, was giving away t-shirts in return for a picture, so voila! There I go.
The wonderful Sara Hoyt and my agent, Lucienne Diver.